Mr. Villain's Lovely Wife

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"But why?" Cassandra asked. "1-why would they try to hurt me?" This is no longer like the simple scheming that she does with other people in the show business industry.

"I wouldn't know that," her manager said. "However... I am pretty certain that this wasn't a coincidence. They-perhaps even Mr. Horvath himself-must have created this trap."

"Then what should I do now?"

"I-I don't know. However, it is best that you talk to that-whoever it is that told you this idea would work."

Almost immediately, Cassandra's expression changed. She looked at her manager. "You knew?"

"Of course, I would know! I know that someone must have given you the courage to do something like that in exchange for something huge. Look-" her manager sighed. "Just please fix this. I will do my best to support you, but just please. please try to fix what you can fix."

Cassandra's lips trembled. At the end of the day, Olivier actually left her hanging! He was the one who promised her everything, yet now that they announced their engagement...

Cassandra sat down heavily on the couch, her mind swirling. She pressed the heel of her hand against her forehead, willing the pounding in her head to stop.

Olivier and Celeste had been so convincing that night.

She remembered it clearly. It had been a private dinner at an exclusive restaurant. The couple sat across from her. Celeste especially looked so friendly. She had a glass of wine in one hand, her expression calm and steady. She had leaned in slightly, dropping her voice as if sharing a secret too dangerous to say aloud.

"They're already married," she told her. "Liam and Isabella signed the papers months ago. It's a business arrangement. Nothing more."

Cassandra had blinked at her, struggling to process the information.

"They aren't planning to announce it," Celeste continued. "Too many complications. The media would dig into it. Shareholders would ask questions. The timing isn't right for them."

She remembered how she had set his glass down carefully before continuing.

"I know you care about Liam," she said. "I know you have for a long time. That's why I'm coming to you."

Cassandra had swallowed hard, her fingers tightening around her napkin.

Celeste smiled, just slightly. "This is an opportunity. For both of us."

She had explained it so neatly, so logically. If she pushed now-if she created enough doubt-Isabella would be forced to step away. The marriage would be exposed as a fraud. Liam, humiliated and cornered, would need a softer, safer image to clean up the scandal. Cassandra. The woman who stood by him. The woman the public already believed had a connection to him.

"You're beautiful and talented, and you have real public sympathy," Celeste said. "You're the perfect solution."

and looked at her like the whole thing was inevitable. Like it was already hers if

and Olivier had promised her roles. Sponsorships. Media coverage that would bury her rivals. Stocks in a growing

had to do was help push the

to do

She had believed them. She had wanted to believe them. She had

He had to.

all of it was

unity. Liam pulling Isabella into his arms, shielding her in front of the cameras, declaring war on anyone

felt her

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a win. Celeste even tolu er at uns was noty out an arrangement that was set up by Liam and Isabella's grandparents to protect each other's assets and that before this marriage, Isabella was with another man that she loved. They told

her with nothing but a pile of

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now, they weren't even answering

grabbed her phone again with shaky

had gone unanswered, but Celeste might still

opened her contact list and dialed Celeste's number. It rang

clenched her teeth and dialed again, more forcefully this

could just ignore her, they

went silent again. Straight

and forth,

me away?" she muttered under her breath. "Fine. If they won't talk to me, I'll talk to everyone. I'll tell the press.

ready to dial one more time. Her manager approached from the kitchen, holding out a bottle of water. “Here,” she said. "Drink. You need to calm down before you do anything stupid." Cassandra

of her hand and

room tilted slightly. The edges of her vision blurred. Her hands felt numb. She looked

said, her

face tight with

collapsed onto the floor, her

closed in was her manager kneeling beside her, picking up the phone carefully

Why? Just why?

with a

bright, almost blinding. She blinked hard, trying to make out the

her.

nothing on them. No windows. Only a single bed bolted to the floor.

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